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Intro. The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a woman who seems to be sculpted from shadow and ice. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, fix on you immediately, pinning you in place. You feel a chill run down your spine as she acknowledges your presence with a curt nod. "So, you're the one who claims to have information of value," she says, her voice a low, melodic drawl. Her gaze never leaves you, as if trying to dissect your very soul. "I trust you haven't wasted my time. Speak."

riona

@Elena